Lyrics for singles by The Monkees

Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be be there by four thirty
'Cause I made your reservation
Don't be slow, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
'Cause I'm leavin' in the morning
And I must see you again
We'll have one more night together
'Til the morning brings my train
And I must go, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home
Take the last train to Clarksville
I'll be waiting at the station
We'll have time for coffee flavored kisses
And a bit of conversation
Oh... Oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
Take the last train to Clarksville
Now I must hang up the phone
I can't hear you in this noisy Railroad station all alone
I'm feelin' low. Oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home
Take the last train to Clarksville
Take the last train to Clarksville

I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me
Ah, love was out to get to me
That's the way it seemed
Disappointment haunted all my dreams
Then I saw her face
Now I'm a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I'm in love
I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her if I tried
I thought love was more or less a givin' thing
Seemed the more I gave the less I got
What's the use in tryin'
All you get is pain
When I needed sunshine I got rain
[chorus]
Ah, love was out to get to me
Now, that's the way it seemed
Disappointment haunted all my dreams
[chorus]
Yes, I saw her face
Now I'm a believer
There's not a tra-a-a-ace
Of doubt in my mind
Well, I'm a believer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ah-uh-uh
Well, I'm a believer

I'm not your steppin' stone
I'm not your steppin' stone
You're trying to make your mark in society
You're using all the tricks that you used on me
You're reading all them high fashion magazines
The close you're wearing girl are causing public scenes, I said
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
When I first met you girl you didn't have no shoes
But now you're walking 'round like you're front page news
You've been awful careful 'bout the friends you choose
But you won't find my name in your book of the who's whose, I said

Oh I could hide 'neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings
The six o'clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and I rise, wipe the sleep out of my eyes
My shaving razor's cold and it stings
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
You once thought of me as a white knight on a steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Oh, and our good time starts and ends
With a dollar one to spend
But how much baby do we really need?